onepieceyaoi100 | (no subject)

Title: Senses
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Words: 300
Rating: NC-17

More generic smutty bullshit from yours truly... completely sub-par. -_- I really wanted to write this but probably shouldn't write when I'm this tired... meh.

How he'd been lured into it, he wasn't sure. A challenge issued, a mocking glint in the cook's eye. And now with his arms lashed to the rail of the crow's nest, never in any Marine prison had he wanted use of his arms more.

It didn't stop there though -- his bandana securely tied blackened his vision and Sanji's taste and smell taunted him, with the cook's tie filling his mouth.

This left two things: the sound of the other man's voice filling his ears and the sensation of sticky flesh on flesh.

Frustration was growled through the tie. Zoro, bent at an awkward angle in the cramped confines, drew up a leg to rest his foot on the mast, using the leverage to thrust back against Sanji. A surprised gasp was wrenched free as Zoro forced him to redouble his efforts.

Angry groans and digging nails were his reward, Zoro biting hard at the cloth between his teeth as Sanji pounded into him hard enough to bruise his shoulders against the rail. There were times he forgot how strong the thin cook actually was.

Sweat chilled skin in the night air, smeared beneath Sanji's gripping, roving hands. Slicking Sanji's touch, trickling down his own brow. Even as sensation mounted, as his sense-deprived mind reeled and his chest heaved, he refused to be still, bracing, bucking against Sanji, snarls muffled into the tie until the moment that Sanji's rough hands tore the climax from him. Bound hands curled into tight fists, sea green head tossed sharply back. In final retaliation, his own twisting muscles pried orgasm from Sanji's body and a sharp cry from his lips.

Breath still heaving, the first thing that was removed was the gag, Zoro's raspy voice finding his lips. "Next time... it's your turn."